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Beyond Beyond; Episode 42

Rich
walked nonchalant to the entrance of pier. He stretched and looked
around at the empty street. An eerie breeze blew down the street like
the cloud of an evil plague. Only the squawks of gulls and the
breeze. He strolled back to the boat and climbed on deck.

He
went below and spied out one of the cabins portholes. A man in black
suit walked from an alley and stopped at the entrance to the pier. He
weaved back and forth as if not knowing what direction to proceed;
onto the pier or continue on the street. The Odyssey was the
only boat docked at the pier, so it was obvious the man’s interest
was in Rich. The man walked to a doorway to take up station. He lit a
cigarette. By the time he finished the cigarette it was dark. And the
dark continued to settle. There glowed only the dull lights from the
streets and houses beyond. A lighthouse light from the hills above
St. George’s methodically swept the night sky.

Rich’s
eyes strained wide and his heart beat heavily.

Rich
slipped into the darkest clothing he had. He ducked low and crawled
from The Odyssey and onto the pier. He crawled slowly along
the pier and onto the street. He watched the man’s head turn away.
Rich rose to his feet and dashed to a street that intersected with
the street that led along the waterfront.

He
ducked into a doorway in view of The Odyssey. He waited
certain the man in black might eventually approach the boat.

“Don’t
move, Larsen,” a man said.

Rich
stood motionless.

“I
have a gun,” he said. He whistled loudly.

The
man in black trotted to Rich and the man holding him at gun point.

“We
got him,” the man said.

“Let’s
get him out of here,” the man in black said.

“Who
are you?” Rich said and the thought crossed his mind to make a dash
for the water. His eyes pivoted toward the waterfront street to see
if there was an escape route.

“I’ll
inform our client and somebody will take care of the boat,” the man
in black said.

“Where
are you taking me?” Rich said and turned around.

“We
are going to take a flight,” the man said.

“To
where?” Rich said trying stall for time.

“What
difference does it make,” the man said, “you ain’t payin’.”

“Who
is you client?” Rich said.

“You
certainly have a lot of questions,” the man said.

“I’ve
always been a curious sort,” Rich said. He eyed the gun and waited
for the slightest relaxation. He planned to swipe quickly at the gun
and kick the man in black’s groin. He thought he could make it to
The Odyssey and have time enough to grab a rifle. The bench
was unlocked.

Rich
readied himself mentally and his muscle tightened, yet appeared
relaxed.

“Excuse
me, gentlemen,” a familiar voice said. “I am the police.”

Rich
turned to his left. It was Galloway.

“Hand
me your gun,” the officer said.

The
man continued to point the gun at Rich.

“I
have two men at each end of the street,” the officer said. “Hand
me the gun and come with me all of you.”

The
man handed the gun to Galloway and everyone followed him for two
blocks. He opened the door to a small one story square building.
Inside was a desk, four chairs, and two wooden file cabinets. Above
the desk a ceiling fan turned slowly.

“You
two sit,” Galloway said to the two men.

They
hesitated and reluctantly sat in two chairs against the wall.

“Who
are you?” the officer said.

“We
are bounty hunters,” the man said. “This man is wanted in the
United States, we want to return him to the authorities.”

From Kenton Lewis: You Must Read This First To Know What The Heck Goes On Here

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